I know, I know…I’m a lucky girl. It just so happens DH’s niece is a hairdresser. The nearby shop is a nice perk of being her tenant.

Usually my visit is a pick-me-up. Today was a different story. You see last week, while I was outdoors looking in a mirror (dealing with other maintenance issues that can only be managed in the light of day), I realized that I could see TOO much light on my scalp. And while I considered blaming it on needing a touchup, I had to be honest about the situation.

I am balding. Arghhhh!

Missy confirmed my hair is, in fact, thinning on the top of my head. Bless her heart, she noticed, but kindly hadn’t said anything since it wasn’t too drastic.

I knew it was inevitable, my dear mother had some of the world’s thinnest hair. And would not go to a hairdresser. And colored her own hair. This made for a bad hair job. I have been determined not to walk the same path. Even if it meant practically shaving my head.

Now, I have no qualms about dye from the box. If hair has a minimal amount of gray, home coloring can look great. I did it for years myself. But I can say with certainty that there comes a time when gray is predominant, only a professional color job will overcome the tendency to look too brassy. Wish I could ditch the dye job, but I’m still on the fence about going completely gray.

Anyhoo, I digress.

Missy sat with me, her beautiful youthful self (and hair), and kindly went over a few ideas for helping me deal with the latest of Mother Nature’s curve balls. Nioxin hair products, a few new hair styles to choose from, and a new way to blow dry (although I warned her I was not going the way of the Donald…Trump that is).

So here I sit. Dealing with another outward sign of advancing age. Why should it be this important to me? I’d like to think it’s not.

But the same vanity that made my mother sit up in a hospital bed in one of her final weeks and ask for her lipstick, pushes me back to the hairdresser way more often than I care to go.

I’m thinking that the hair vanity needs to go. It’s hardly worth the energy. And I realize there are folks in worse situations than myself. Which makes me feel guilty. Another energy vampire.

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Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence."